Lirik Lagu Locked Up - Master P F/ Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy
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[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin
[officer]Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?
[Master P]Hehehe, yes!Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streetsI never leave the house without my hand on my heatI run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and JimmyAnd we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the pennyBig cereal - chompin, white granolaGot a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby strollerFuck with me, then you fucked in the gameNiggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brainWe live the thug life, make money from the drug lifeFlip a quarter ki, every day all nightShip me to Oz, I'm still in itFuck the haters, No Limit we still winninI'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheetMurder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
[Chorus - repeat 2X]This is for my niggaz that's locked up (LOCKED UP!)Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)Livin the laws, everyday we ready for warWe soldiers.. hard to the core
[Slay Sean ?]I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cockedThinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass copsNight time I was cold with two things on my mindGet that money, rock a nigga if he get out of linePut two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crimeHeat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mineA basket case, tie you up, blast your faceSnatch the safe, closed casket at your wakeTwo murders, three-time felon, catch the caseFacin double life I made some bad mistakes
[Short Circuit ?]Courts, judges, bars, lawyersFam-o, wifey, sons, daughtersFreedom, need that, shanks, keep thatEight o'clock lock y'all know where I be atRan 'til I couldn't run the slums with gunsLivin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' comeToo many cats, in my hood, gettin it goodKnow what I did, shit they got me facin a bid
[Chorus]
[Krazy ?]Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thugThe block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugsAnd I never let the dirty money pass me niggaNo matter how much coke I sold it never last me niggaThey blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki'sMe and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our kneesI said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and believe I didNow them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid
[Chorus]
[officer]Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?
[Master P]Hehehe, yes!Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streetsI never leave the house without my hand on my heatI run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and JimmyAnd we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the pennyBig cereal - chompin, white granolaGot a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby strollerFuck with me, then you fucked in the gameNiggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brainWe live the thug life, make money from the drug lifeFlip a quarter ki, every day all nightShip me to Oz, I'm still in itFuck the haters, No Limit we still winninI'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheetMurder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
[Chorus - repeat 2X]This is for my niggaz that's locked up (LOCKED UP!)Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)Livin the laws, everyday we ready for warWe soldiers.. hard to the core
[Slay Sean ?]I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cockedThinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass copsNight time I was cold with two things on my mindGet that money, rock a nigga if he get out of linePut two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crimeHeat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mineA basket case, tie you up, blast your faceSnatch the safe, closed casket at your wakeTwo murders, three-time felon, catch the caseFacin double life I made some bad mistakes
[Short Circuit ?]Courts, judges, bars, lawyersFam-o, wifey, sons, daughtersFreedom, need that, shanks, keep thatEight o'clock lock y'all know where I be atRan 'til I couldn't run the slums with gunsLivin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' comeToo many cats, in my hood, gettin it goodKnow what I did, shit they got me facin a bid
[Chorus]
[Krazy ?]Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thugThe block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugsAnd I never let the dirty money pass me niggaNo matter how much coke I sold it never last me niggaThey blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki'sMe and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our kneesI said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and believe I didNow them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid
[Chorus]
